At Sunrise

Photography by Al Forbes

The sun stretches across the silken drape
In dawns of awareness there’s no escape
A breath of life in the darkness of sleep
With the sensual arousal of a dream
As confused euphoric tears gently weep
For the love that has come to find its voice
In the disarray of a world of change
As the past confounds in misinformed choice
With futures where all things seem new and strange
In new beginnings thoughts and dreams exchange
The ways that delve beyond deeper than deep
As the art of love takes a different shape
Acceptance replaces the panicking scream
And the soul of love once more can rejoice





© JG Farmer 2013

Prompt: : http://kattermonran.com/2013/10/19/weekly-photo-challenge-what-are-hue-looking-for/

Thoughts at Sunset

Rum Dusk by Belinda A Pearce

Fantasy flies out on the setting sun
As senses sigh on love that lies undone
A meant to be that was not destiny
Replaced by solo dancing ‘neath the moon
While stars fade out across the darkened sea
The unseen tears that weep throughout the night
Are now cast down, defined by cosmic lore
In sad love songs that float upon moonlight
As empty eyes have no need to explore
The solitary footprints on the shore
For they already know where they begun
Where early morning rays came into sight
And the rolling days of eternity
The soliloquy of a loveless tune



© JG Farmer 2013


Notes

Prompt: http://theboipoet.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/mondays-masterpiece-7-october-2013.html

Form: Ivorian Sonnet CI 

Inside Her Eyes

Glamping by MaryAD Art

In roseate shadows where dreams are seen
Her fingers tap her thoughts across the screen
The words of love upon hi-tech device
As old as time; for love remains the same
It is no science nor is it precise
As it catches the soul in its embrace
Lingering gazes lead the heart inside
The eyes. For love is where the passions race
As secret desires melt when they collide
Emotive senses we once brushed aside
Retold each night while talking by machine
As typed words become a whispering name
In separated tears that leave no trace
And sleep softly reclines in love’s entice



© J Farmer 2013

Notes:

Prompt: http://theboipoet.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/words-at-weekend-05-06-october-2013.html

Form: Ivorian Sonnet C 

Dance Free

Tonight I waltz within your arms once more
Across the night sky’s celestial dance floor
As love extends her touch beyond the veil
And should you care to reach out, take my hand
And join me once more so our ship can sail
Upon the everlasting heavenly sea
And if you should ask me the question why
I’ll say again it is my heart’s decree
A whisper of truth upon a soft sigh
That to feel your love again I must die
And let the angels play the music’s score
For in you I have come to understand
That in your love I cannot fall or fail
As for all of time we dance where we are free

© J Farmer 2013

 

Prompt: http://theboipoet.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/muse-to-music-03-october-2013.html

Form: Ivorian Sonnet XCIX 

Morning Light

Texte: With face more pallid than a daylit star – Rouen Place de la Pucelle by Maria White Lowell

Cadaverous tendrils of early dawn
Invoking light towards a virgin morn
Across the sleeping land where no life stirs
From slumber; resting gently as it goes
Until darkness to the light its hold confers
And in the gentle breath of love’s caress
That brings the waking of a morning kiss
With thoughts as dim as first light’s golden dress
That kiss the heart still yearns to never miss
And love, if it can think, must think on this
As senses waken in a drowsy yawn
Of all the kissing that in love occurs
There is no finer kiss as lips compress
And then say good bye to all that love knows.

© J Farmer 2013

Prompt: http://theboipoet.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/whimsical-wednesday-02-october-2013.html

Form: Ivorian Sonnet XCVIII 

Colours of Life

Dark clouds of pain make it so hard to see

The colours of what is going to be

We dwell and mope in dull and aching grey

With eyes closed: not daring to look ahead

As if in the sadness we want to stay

To leave tomorrow’s beauty far behind

As if the future has nothing to share

But if we dare to look beyond the line

To new horizons but first we must dare

All that wonder is simply waiting there

For us to grasp and hold while running free

So look ahead, on to another day

For life is not here within fear and dread

All that beauty is there for us to find

Over the Hill and Far Away by Martina Furlong

© J Farmer 2013

Prompt: http://theboipoet.blogspot.co.uk/2013/09/mondays-masterpiece-30-september-2013.html

Form: Ivorian Sonnet XCVII - Eabcd

The Rush

Adenosine is looking for a mate
But it won’t lead to love on a hot date
With the drowsy chill zone getting it on
And senses seem dull with thoughts all confused
Unable to wake up enough as one
The poet unable to write his words
Let alone think a line is set out straight
A hissing sound offers hope quite absurd
As liquid drips into a cup we wait
Heated sips, he is away with the birds
Inside the mind stirring thoughts now gyrate
And adenosine feels lost and abused
Causing the caffeine high in morning sun
And in the creative rush nothing’s late



© J Farmer 2013

Prompt: http://theboipoet.blogspot.co.uk/2013/09/tuesdays-thinking-24-september-2013.html
Form: Ivorian Sonnet XCVI

Succubae Touch

Emotions drained from veins like crimson blood
Then leave the soul to drown in poisoned mud
Old feelings of hunger, the sensual want
And cravings yearn for the succubae touch
Inscribed like ink stains in emptiness’ font
As flowing silk concealed the pain of love
With sedated thoughts refusing to feel
Her twisted blades flailing cutting it rough
Inside – broken-heart unable to heal
The heat of passion declared not enough
As gentle touches clad in carbon- steel
Absorbed the love in her vampyric clutch
The end is lost in pain’s resounding thud
And passed in a fashion most nonchalant

(Lure)_Enticing_Succubus - Shuichi Wada

© J Farmer 2013

Notes:

Prompt: Succubus

Form: Ivorian Sonnet XCV 

Well-fitted Glove

Texte: God knows I got to make it on my own – I Want to Break Free, Queen


Where does real love begin if not with self
When others speak of their fortune and wealth
In flashing cash and denying nature
To buy emotions and then call it love
And degradation becomes their rapture
For love is not a thing money can buy
Nor can love be paid by a credit card
The heart cannot be used without a why
When it is left shattered to its last shard
Love is the freedom in a gentle sigh
It is not easy; in fact it is hard
It is wildness without chance of capture
And to the soul it’s a well-fitted glove
That can only be found once we love self.

© J Farmer 2013

Notes: Ivorian Sonnet XCIV
 

Old Tom

Old Tom is sitting on the river bank
His eyes watching the line where the hook sank
While I stumbled in tying the simplest knot
His patient fingers then showed me again
As we talked of things I learned a lot
When we just sat there quiet setting bait
And I’d watch his grace when making a cast
Another tea while in silence we wait
Our eyes fixated on floats bobbing fast
As the willowy trees whispered ‘It’s late
The time for fishing here has long gone past
Now I sit alone on the river bank
To hear the trees repeating Tom’s refrain
My memories here have never forgot


© J Farmer 2013